He could only look at her in silence.
"Who told you to tell the man was gone ?" asked Bridget, with a shrewdness worthy of a practitioner at the bar.
"The Italian told me." "Did he ?" repeated Bridget, who saw into the trick at once.

"He's very kind." "He didn't want you to know he told me," said the boy, remembering his instructions when it was too late.
Mrs.McGuire nodded her head intelligently.
"True for you," said she.

"What did he pay you for tellin' me ?" "Five cents." "Thin it's five cints lost.

Do you want to earn another five cints ?" "Yes," said the boy, promptly.
"Thin do what I tell you." "What is it ?" "Come in and I'll tell you." The boy having entered, Mrs.McGuire led him to the front door.
"Now," said she, "when I open the door, run as fast as you can.

The man that sint you will think it is another boy, and will run after you.